Rain had four options.
"First, let's wait for those fishes," he said, but then quickly shook his head. "But I don't think it's a good idea."
Rain's eyes widened as he imagined the mermaids doubting his story, making him the prime suspect in their eyes.
"There's a high probability that the mermaids would doubt my story," he said, his voice filled with concern.
Rain's heart raced as he thought about the potential consequences. "They might even attack me, resulting in fatal consequences," he added.
The thought of telling the mermaids the truth also crossed Rain's mind, but he found it to be absurd.
After years of being hunted and tormented by other races, the mermaids had lost their trust in outsiders.
They were skeptical and untrusting of anyone who was not one of their own.
Rain knew that he was just a weak and defenseless being in front of them, and they could easily overpower and do whatever they wanted with him.
